Voldemort's Heirs

Family

     The three of us sit in the sitting room quietly. Alex and I are sitting across from our father. We are waiting for him to start the conversation. He is looking intently at the both of us. "I wish to know how remarkable you are. What powers do you have? How old are you? Where did you go to school? How is your mother?" He finally speaks, shocking us with his questions. I think he wishes to know to determine weaknesses. Alex looks at me, telling me to answer. "We are thirteen. We go to Beauxbaton School of Magic. We were left at an orphanage a week after our birth. And my additional powers are being a metamorphmagus, parseltongue, Seer, and being able to 'read' minds." I says emphasizing the read with finger quotations. "Alexander's are being a metamorphmagus and being a parseltongue." I don't bother adding the ability to have telepathic conversations because it isn't important. Alexander sits here like a stone. He is thinking about one of our many foster homes we lived in. The woman was horrible, but she gave us what we needed. We refused to listen to her, so one day she decided to try and punish me. I think we scared her so bad she never took in foster kids again. It wasn't my fault I accidentally made her worst fear a reality. We sit here for a while silently, other than my father occasionally muttering how remarkable we are, before I excuse myself. 

     I walk through the manor to where Draco Malfoy is. He is sitting in a bay window, looking out at the stars. I walk over and sit down, startling him. "Oh! Hello. You move really quietly. I didn't notice you were here, until you sat down." He says blushing a little bit. I smile. "Yeah, used to scare my classmates. They would start talking and I would suddenly be behind them." I say, warmly. He smiles at that. "So what are you doing here?" I ask, gesturing to the window. "Oh, just admiring the stars. I am named after a constellation. I think the whole tradition is interesting. Everyone on my mother's side is named after astronomy-like stuff." He says a little awkwardly. I could just 'read' his mind to figure out why he is being so awkward, but I like not knowing. "So how is Hogwarts? I heard one of your champions died, thanks to my dad." I say the last part unsurely. Is it weird to have Voldemort as your dad? Yes. Should you call him dad? I don't know. 

     "Hogwarts is okayish. It was only a Hufflepuff who died. No one real important. Unfortunately Harry Potter lived. It is stupid how much attention he gets. He is terrible at magic, but they act like he is amazing." He says. I can tell it irritates him. I grab his hand, looking him in the eye. "You just have to wait. Work harder and impress the important people. If you do th-" He cuts me off by ripping his hand away. "I already know. If I work harder the Dark Lord will make me a Death Eater and I can help kill Harry Potter. It doesn't help." He says coldly. I stand up glaring at him. "Well fine. And just so you know, upsetting a powerful witch isn't a good idea. Especially since I will be going to be helping my father." I say colder than he had while still glaring, before walking away. That boy is going to regret that move he just pulled.